My Brother Played with Fire and Killed the Whole Family

During Tomb-sweeping Day, we went to the mountains to pay respects to our ancestors. My mischievous younger brother played with a lighter, almost causing a forest fire.

I stopped him, and he started wailing loudly.

My parents blamed me for making my brother cry and beat me up.

He kicked me down the mountain. There were scars on my face and I was badly mutilated.

My parents would rather spend hundreds dollars on trendy shoes for my brother than take me to remove the scars.

I was despised, dropped out of school to work and earn dowry money for my brother. Years later, I married a domestic abuser in the village and was beaten to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we went to the mountains to pay respects.

My brother played with fire, causing the death of the entire family.

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He excitedly held the lighter and started lighting the paper money. "I'll do it, I'll do it."

My mother was chatting with my grandparents, "Mom and Dad, look how filial Kane is, knowing to send you money. You must bless Kane to get into a good university and earn big money in the future, so we can bring you down from the mountain."

I was momentarily dazed, my face was smooth, without any scary scars.

I was indescribably excited, I had been reborn!

My father raised his hand and slapped me on the head, Why are you laughing at such a serious time? Look how filial your brother is, and you're just laughing!"

I rubbed my head, stopped smiling, and squatted down to help my mother arrange the offerings.

After burning the paper, my parents knelt down to talk privately to the elders, then started cleaning the grass and branches around the grave, and added new soil to the grave.

My brother, bored, got up and walked away.

My mother pushed me and said, "Go, watch your brother, don't let him get lost on the mountain."

I didn't want to go, and I couldn't go.

In my previous life, I obediently followed my brother, but he played with the lighter. When I stopped him, he didn't listen and cried.

My parents blamed me, kicked me down the mountain, and I ended up with a scarred face working to earn money for my brother. They married me off to a domestic abuser for dowry money, and I was beaten to death.

In this life, I would not make the same mistake.

My life should head towards the sun, running towards a beautiful future against the wind.

Another slap on the head, this time from my mother.

"What are you daydreaming about? Go watch your brother!"

I kept my head down and didn't move. "I'll help clean up, let dad go."

This was exactly what my father wanted. He drove here and was tired, "I'll go watch Kane."

My mother didn't say anything, and I watched as my father took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked slowly towards my brother.

In this life, it should be someone else rolling down.

My mother ordered me to work, and I obediently pulled the weeds and used a shovel to add soil to the grave.

My father and brother's laughter echoed. Just now, I barely smiled because I was reborn, and my father hit me.

Now, he was laughing and chatting with my brother. Such a double standard.

After a while, I heard a panicked scream. Looking up, I saw my father and brother stepping on burning dry leaves.

My mother's face changed, and she ran over quickly, and I followed.

The fire was small and was quickly put out, but as soon as it was extinguished, the sparks reignited with the wind.

My brother panicked, "What do we do? Why won't it go out?"

My mother suggested, "Use dirt, use dirt!"

After hurriedly putting out the fire, my brother kicked a nearby stone in frustration, accidentally tripping and rolling down the slope.

My father pushed me hard, rushing forward to protect my brother as they rolled down the mountain. My mother ran down in panic.

My brother only had a scratch on his arm.

My father was much worse off, with multiple scratches on his face, a hole in his head, bleeding profusely.

My mother hurried to help my father, then turned to me, "Quickly pack everything up."

I packed the offerings to take back, grabbed the shovel, and quickly walked to the parking spot.

No one was there.